"Who is she? I want her, bad."
Beyoncé Knowles, a business woman that enjoys living under the radar. The spotlight could be a bit much at times, so she kept her dealings to herself. A very private woman she was, yet in just a few days, the event was...
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Saturday, July 15th Houston, Texas Beyoncé's Pov
Drowsiness paired with the blurriness of my vision, I sat up stiffly, not yet ready to rise. The constant blaring of my phone waking me up, I tried to open my eyes but was hit with spots. Squeezing them shut to clear my sights, I sighed when the ringing came to a halt.
I was about ready to go back into my slumber, turning on my side, only for the same ringing coming back in full effect. Finally opening my eyes, I realized it couldn't have been my alarm sounding off, it was way too early, my meeting was pushed back to 9 and it couldn't have been no later than 6 o' clock.
My mind shifted paths to who could be blowing me up at such a time as I reached over hesitantly to see who it was.
Glancing at the screen, I saw Kelly's face confirming it was her who decided to be a nuisance this morning. These new contact posters were kind of useful, they made seeing who was calling your phone less of a hassle. I groaned deeply before pressing the green button to accept her call.
"Yes?"
"Beyoncé, I need you to get your black ass up out of bed and check your socials," She expressed, by her tone I could tell she was being serious, "That post you made a few days ago, about that girl? Well the hunt has been trending for the past 5 hours, jumped up to #1 in the hashtags on Twitter."
Immediately my face scrunched up, I was confused and sleepy, why the fuck was it trending again. I became a bit uneasy hearing the news.
"What?" Was my reply, much to Kelly's dismay.
"Giselle! Do whatever it is you need to wake up and check your page, I'm so serious. I want us to meet up for breakfast so we can discuss this."
With that said, she hung up the call. In my haze I wasn't too sure what the fuss was about, nor did I have a clue why the woman was demanding my presence this morning. The smart idea would be to do as she said, that'd also lessen my confusion at the moment.
Wiping at my eyes, I sat up completely. The time read 17 after, my assumptions correct, it was early. Kelly's abrupt end to our phone call was followed by a text message, informing me to be ready by seven, at the latest, seven-thirty. She'd be picking me up to attend this last minute breakfast run of hers, which I had no issue with.
A free meal always resulted in a great time, at least in my experiences.
Rising from the comforts of my bed, I stretched my arms as I released a tired yawn. A shower was first up in my morning routine, I allowed the water to warm up as I sought out to see what the hype was about on my social media.
Sure enough, as I opened up my twitter app, my name was being mentioned, as well as that same hashtag.
@ceo.honey: ik y'all are not giving up that fast #thebeehunt
